“Cats are pets?! Yeah right, slave. Go clean my box.”
We humans like to think we own them but it’s not hard to see who has the sweeter deal. When do I get to lounge around only to be adored and have people bring me my supper in a crystal dish? When will I be called adorable and given treats for allowing someone to put a hat or sunglasses on me long enough to snap my picture and shoot it up on facebook with a hysterical tagline?
With my scientific-like calculations, I am guessing such a phenomena could probably only occur sometime after the first Saturday of hell freezing over. That being said, I’d love to hear your ten word stories about kitties. Feel free to add them to the comments section or put them up on your own blog with a link. Love to see what purrfection my fellow writers can come up with this time.